His nose was buried in a book but yet. His thoughts were only on you. Your scream plunges his ears as if you were in the same room as him. He was a coward he couldn’t be by your side and listen to your screams. The transition was a painful experience. After all, you will be dead shortly. Then there was silence. In seconds he was in his room.

His slender fingers glaze over your cheek. “Forgive me,” he utters when he notices you are stiff as if you were if you were a corpse.